Each morning I rise from my peaceful slumber,
Where all is right with the world.
I brace myself for the hardships that await me outside,
& plaster on my faux smile and continue out the door.
Not knowing what comes next in my script,
I persevere and pace through the halls of my school.

You attempt to disarm me, you attempt to make me cave.
But you fail miserably,
For now there is a stone cold wall around my heart,
Composed of much more than brick and mortar you can't get to me now.
You had your chance, I applaud you for that.
You followed your script well enough to rival Clint Eastwood.
But you met one unforgiving flaw.
My life is not your blockbuster.
I confess however, that I too act as if all is impeccable, faultless, and ideal.
But the credits are rolling now, the theater's clearing, and no one cares anymore.

I hold the leading role in my life, not you,
Somewhere that became questionable to you.
A mere supporting role is all that you hold to your name.
While you're still in the credits at the end of the show,
I am remembered,
I alone resonate in the minds and hearts of my viewers.
& I alone will hold the Academy Award winning performance.

by:bored2death (10/23/2008)
%n: I like talking to myself cuz I'm a moron
%n: oh well
%n: so %n what's going on?
%n: nothing much, just talking to myself
%n: wow, that sounds so retarded
%n: i know, but I have nothing else to do
%n: so what r u up to?
%n: .....I'm talking to myself too =[
%n: jez, i'm pathetic
%n: i can say that again
%n: i wonder what %n is doing, lets go i.m that dumbass
%n: lol. ok. I bet %n probably isnt doing anything anyways, that no life idiot

by:Panhead (08/14/2007)FEELING STRESSED?
Picture yourself near a stream.
Birds are softly chirping in the crisp, cool mountain air.
Nothing can bother you here. No one knows this secret place.
You are in total seclusion from that place called "the world."
The soothing sound of a gentle waterfall fills the air with a
cascade of serenity. The water is clear.
You can easily make out the face of the person whose head you're
holding under the water.
Look...It's the person who caused you all this stress in the first place.
What a pleasant surprise. You let them up.....just for a quick breath.....then PLOOP!...back under they go....
You allow yourself as many deep breaths as you want.
There now......feeling better?

by:joepermanent (11/16/2005)
Bud Light presents Real American Heroes (REAL AMERICAN HEROES).
Today we salute you, Mr.Emo Punk Kid. You showed us what the real purpose of sweat bands really are: To stop any liquid from reaching your forearm from your bicep. Genius. (No wet hands for me!) Some may say your fashion is nothing more than something found in a trash can, but you know better, for your mother washed it, twice. (Tumble Dry Only!) So crack open an ice cold Bud Light, Heir of the Ho Hum Happiness, because without you we wouldn't know that men as well as women deserve eye shadow and twenty three pounds of chains.